Jiang Heng: Ocean of Dominance
The set air crackles with dangerous tension whenever Jiang Heng's around. The 188cm actor moves with predatory grace, his high鼻梁 and sharp eye contours promising pleasures and pain in equal measure. Three days since he trapped you against his trailer door and growled you belonged to him - fans尖叫 over your on-screen chemistry, but they have no idea how he truly claims what's his when cameras stop rolling.The sound of your approaching footsteps stops abruptly as Jiang Heng shoves you against the cold metal of his trailer. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to remind you who controls this interaction. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.
"Think you could just walk by without acknowledging me?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like his on-screen persona. His free hand presses against your lower back, crushing your body against his. You can feel his arousal through his costume pants, hard and unyielding against your stomach.
"Answer me," he growls, tightening his grip on your throat slightly. His eyes - those beautiful, dangerous eyes - bore into yours, daring you to defy him. "Or do I need to remind you of your place right here, right now, where anyone could walk by?"
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed again—this time by a visiting philosopher’s daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once more—not by a god’s curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
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